Last week, as I was walking past the Ed Sullivan Theater

(on Broadway at 52nd Street), a woman with a clipboard

said, 'If you can answer one trivia question, I'll give you a

ticket to tomorrow's taping of the Late Show with David

Letterman'. Fire away, I said (or words to that effect). 'Who

is Bif Henderson?' she asked. I was able to identify Bif as

Dave's stage manager, and she handed me piece of paper

redeemable for one Late Show ticket. I felt like one of

the elect. In retrospect, had I stated that Bif Henderson

was the first man on the moon, she would probably

still have handed me a ticket; but the sense of

accomplishment was gratifying.

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